Welcome! My name is Bruce. You can call me that or whatever. The gravatar is my goat Billy, one of the few people who understands me.
When I was born my parents ran a pub in the provincial New Zealand town of Whanganui. We then moved onto cattle, sheep, and dairy farms.
I taught Music and Drama for a year or two or more – thirty to be precise. Part of my life was spent in North America – a lasting and wonderful influence. I have written over 60 plays and directed lots of theatre. For a time I was librarian at an isolated country school with students aged 4 to 18. I loved it, but the Head Master was a total prick so I told him to shove it. (I put that nicely).
These days I live just out of Stratford (a little town in a bump that sticks out half way up to the left of New Zealand’s North Island). I’m next to a volcano (Mount Taranaki) that hasn’t erupted since 1795ish and is well overdue.
The area I live in is rural and green and populated only by sheep, cows, and horses – the type of environment I like. Now and again I drive the 11-minute trip into town.
I work from home formatting chemical safety documents prior to their being translated into numerous languages. I also teach piano and pipe organ to anyone who is talented but can’t afford a teacher as good as me.
I am interested in gardening, playing keyboard music, learning and creating computer stuff, writing, composing, cooking (not very good at it – they call me “the master of the bland”), making pickles (chutneys, sauces, jams, jellies, preserves, that sort of thing), photography…
Below are some pictures to prove that pigeons can age one dramatically. See if you can pick the Cloven Ruminant. Hint: he’s digesting the news.